Can you see the soul smiling?
My feet are quickening their pace
As if I really had wings behind my back
But there is no one chasing after me
Look – my wet soul is drooped
Although there is no stick or knife above it
The body’s marble melted into soft wax
And the computer brain flew off to the devil

Soul, where is your place?
I have a stitch in my right side
I stooped with bated breath
Something broke again all of a sudden
Blazed up, went out and caught fire again
A voice coming from far above
A new pain where wings should be
Faces of the stars are laved with downpours
And I nearly grasped the comet’s tail

And his brethren went to feed their father’s flock in Shechem



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